When a person is pushed into the mud by the times, and even breathing has to be bought by grabbing orders, can he still keep the matter of "how much my life is worth, I have the final say."
Lin Chuan doesn't want charity, he doesn't want a golden finger that was accidentally dropped. What he wants is to take back the "efforts" that are priced, managed, and entrusted from others one by one.
This question is destined to take a long time to answer, and it is destined to cost a lot of money - and this is precisely why it is worth writing about. Under the shell of the system flow, this is an urban business epic about the dignity of labor, a long counterattack from "being driven by the system" to "controlling the system".
